This is Jiang Shuying, the head of the Snow Mountain Medical Pulse today.

Chu He was too badly injured to support the Fa Xiang, and at this time he had returned to the state of an ordinary human body.

Jiang Shuying's face was beautiful and beautiful, and the clothes she was wearing were simple and unpretentious, but when they looked at it, they felt that her whole body exuded a kind of charm.

This kind of charm is natural, like the wind piercing the muscles and marrow, which makes people shy, free from the shackles of their own skin, and their own vulgar temperament are fused together, and the combination is seamless.

With such a romantic attitude, even Mo Liunian couldn't help but feel thrilled when she saw it, she only felt that a character like this could only live in such a place far away from the mortal world, and a trace of mortal fireworks would defile her.

There was also a sunflower parrot standing on Jiang Shuying's shoulder, and after Jiang Shuying walked down, the sunflower parrot immediately flew to the bird's nest and quietly looked at the little half-fairy and them.

On that plain face, at first glance, there is nothing touching about the heart, but the eyes are bright and calm, extremely energetic, as if there is a kind of indescribable power that captivates people's hearts.

Mo Liunian couldn't help but move his gaze to the right slightly.

I saw that Jiang Shuying's clothes were the most plain, and the headdress was the most simple, but it was like a rare pearl, shining and dazzling.

The most amazing thing is not her appearance, but the kind of free and easy nature that is free from the outside.

Except for a silver hairpin, there is no other decoration, but the face is clear and beautiful, and the expression is pure, like a narcissus on the shore, which makes Mo Liunian's eyes like a wash and his heart calm.

The cold face is solemn and solemn, although the beautiful face is scarred, even with a trace of blood, the streamer reflects Jiang Shuying's firm phoenix eyes, but it shows the purity and sacredness of his heavenly face, as if it is the most undesecrated god, just like the statue of the heavenly man underground.

The moist breath was swept in by the wind, and Jiang Shuying's eyes saw that there was a man standing in front of him, dressed in white and black pants, his eyebrows were as cold as the snow-covered green mountains outside the city, and his whole body exuded an indifferent and alienated atmosphere.

Tea in an ancient skirt, delicate and bright, like a camellia blooming in the courtyard of a deep house.

Her color should be red, and only this eye-catching hue is worthy of her dignity.

God seems to have made arrangements for the women in the world, and it gave the whiteness of my life to the plain me, leaving a touch of brightness for tea.

And this color falls on her, as if it is just right, not flashy, not ostentatious.

Mei Ran stopped in front of a wooden door, she was dressed in a moon-white silk dress, and her face was as quiet as a spring in the mountains.

I still think that those plain clothes are more suitable for my mother, even if I only use a plain silver hairpin to pull a reverse bun, it can make my mother look peaceful and peaceful, like a person in a painting.

It was a young man, dressed in a simple white cloth robe, simple as uncarved white jade, natural but self-contained and flawless, a pair of eyes clear and deep as a blue pool, but no waves, no desire, standing in front of the carriage at will, but as if standing above the nine heavens, occasionally glancing at the long red dust, camping all beings, detached and calm, but sad and tolerant.

The simple carriage suddenly crossed a layer of brilliance, as if it would rise up at any time and carry away this peerless man in white.

The one who spoke was an old Taoist priest in the middle, who looked very ordinary, although he was neatly dressed, he did not have the slightest fairy wind and bones, and when he spoke, his tone was smooth and there was a smile on his face, which made people feel very easy to get close to.

It's strange to say, he is still wearing the cloth robe that is washed so that he can't see the original color, and the fast boots with the edges are still on his feet, and the face of the uninvited guest blooms with a smile, and the whole person looks beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

I can no longer feel half shabby, but a bit of otherworldliness in the simplicity, which makes people can't help but want to take a few more looks.

She and I seem to have a similar look and charm, but in fact, we are separated by a sea.

I am the cold plum blossom left in ancient times, and I live in an old courtyard in a deep house in this life, and I can't wake up after a dream.

And she is the ancient jade polished by the streamer, I have seen the spring breeze and autumn moon, hanging among the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, exuding a shining elegance that cannot be concealed.

In the vast world, how many people are not pursuing a heart that is free from low interest and looking for the elegance of the soul.

In the end, we are all fireworks people in the red dust, and we can't take off this vulgar coat when we eat the fireworks in this world.

A person, learn to wander alone, not afraid of wind, frost and rain. The stage of life, with magnanimity and mellowness, naturally changes the role to be played.

Even if it has been weathered, as always, there is a thought, there is a direction of the heart.

Fanghua Moshang, although I have never passed through your bloom, I still see your beautiful and peerless appearance.

Time has worn away the elegance, but it has brought us the charm of maturity, and the wind and dust have a dull face, but it has infiltrated a wisdom and calmness in the heart.

Every experience is a growth, in the mortal world, the cold and warm of the floating world, the vicissitudes of the past, the light and extinguish the thoughts, the tired body must always have a soul release, emotional venting, the heart has flowers, the years are quiet, the still water flows deeply, and the goodness is like water,

Years later, she remembered that day and could still remember it clearly.

He was dressed in a blue robe, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyebrows, which was like a warm sunshine on a cloudy day, dazzling people's eyes.

Xiao Nanchen Wang, who became famous as a young man and made outstanding military achievements, but treated every apprentice and soldier with kindness, has been her teacher since that day, and there will be no change in his life.

She is the flower-like beauty of the spring branches, and he is a breeze in the hall and corridor.

The world is always full of ups and downs, which makes people feel uneasy.

In the years in the clouds, there will be fallen children in the prosperous times, and there will be purple and red dust in the troubled times.

They guarded the small courtyard of the humble house and enjoyed the auspiciousness and stability of the world.

In this way, I can quietly guard my city, my plum village, write and make tea, and be happy leisurely.

Although life is small and humble, it is also noble and elegant, and the world is like a dream, but also real and affectionate.

My heart is open and clear, and in the days to come, I should be free from adversity and fear.

Although there are regrets and shortcomings in the past, there are broken sorrows, looking back, it is just a clear wind after the rain, what can be done?

The song is like a sword, the wind is swaying, and the broken song is still alive.

The sea of fog is vast for thousands of miles, and the cold stone is beside the two hearts, and the two hearts are speechless. Charming eyes bury tears and red faces, and see that the heart is close at hand.

I have a wish, I am a hundred years old, and I dare not be greedy for joy for a while.

Looking back just to wait for the dry sea, the heart falls, and asks for a thousand years of sighing.

In the dream, there were several times of resentment, and the person woke up for the first time, drunk and lonely.

To see today, it is a smile in the city.

I'm afraid that if this life is secretly promised, who knows the hatred.

If I am the smoke and rain in the Jiangnan alley, she is the white camellia on the spring branch.

No matter what age I have reached, there is always a shallow sadness in my expression, and she is always like a clear dew, sweet and clear.

So, I don't need to worry about her life, just quietly watch how she lives her past and present lives.

Whether it is rich or poor, whether it is up or down, whether it is happy or sad, is not something that I can participate in or change.

What I have gained today has come at a price.

The people of the world only see me full of flowers, poems, wine, qin and tea, you can know that I am lonely in the cold window, red face and white hair; when you see me living in the south of the Yangtze River, the landscape is picturesque, you can know that I am wandering and circulating, and I am old and old.

Bonding with words, living in Meizhuang, having small tea, and the mountains and rivers in my heart, it is enough to offset more than ten years of drifting.

What is there to fight for, and what is there to disagree with?

Sigh for a lifetime, how can I see that time slowly changes everything.

Perhaps, things have changed, perhaps, perhaps, everything is the same, but the age is increasing, and there are no more youths, and the beloved family does not have the previous elegance and righteousness.

Han Mo incense, jade makeup, but please stop time. Appreciate the lonely fang, the meaning is good, and do and cherish.

Silent, watching how a firework spends my life, I suddenly found that my dreams, something has quietly changed, exhaled in the thoughts, summer has been adjusted, autumn has been deep, the air has rained fresh, but let autumn stain a lot of vicissitudes of coolness.

How many silent watches have been quietly and beautifully watched by a flower-blooming encounter? How many world-end dependences have been fulfilled by the reincarnation of a curtain of smoke and rain?

The stage of life, whether in front of the stage or behind the scenes, is an experience that will grow. If you don't care too much, even in winter, the same charming Xue'er, with the delicate bloom of plum, is pregnant in spring, blooms in summer, and withers in autumn, all of which are hidden by winter snow, and only need a heart of peace.

The cold moon is cold and the vermilion flowers, the dust and smoke stain the temples, and the rolling red dust, who is my beginning and who is my end?

All the way to the dust, all the way to the vicissitudes of life, stumbling footsteps, quietly contemplative.

How many people who once said that they would never be separated have been scattered to the ends of the earth?

How many people who want to stay together for a long time have been blocked from the door of time?

And how much beauty should not be lost, which can only be cherished in each other's memories?

Suddenly I want to go somewhere with you.

I want to go to that field, with you. You do Biyun, I do Jinfeng.

There we are, alone.

With the wind, chasing the blue sky and clouds, the wind travels eight thousand, and the clouds travel thousands of miles.

It's out of reach.

Thinking about life for more than 30 years, windy and rainy, sentimental and thoughtful.

It seems to be settled in a city, but the inner world is actually drifting away.

Up to now, I am the falling flower figure, the autumn water is clear, although the time is far away, but it does not reduce the old style.

Everything in the past, whether it is glory or disgrace, love or resentment, gain or loss, reunion or separation, can be dissipated and ignored.

This seems to be a meager wish, but it is tied by the thorns of the world, and it is difficult to be calm in the end.

The heart is like a cold plum, ice muscles and jade bones, and it is also full of branches, and I don't know how many times I prune before I can put it down calmly and not make waves.

Mo Dao in his previous life, only in this life.

The distance is not the human heart, and the coldness of the world is only the human affection.

I don't want to remember you yesterday, and I don't know you anymore.

Look at the end of time, compose a song for you alone, a thousand-year-old love song, willing to dance for you for a lifetime, the flowering period is like a tide, I can't wait for the old world, greedy for the ethereal wind and snow of this earthly world, the corners of my eyes full of teardrops, who will gently wipe away the poison that breaks my heart for me?

Prosperous three thousand, invincible to a finger of quicksand.

The South Mountain in front of Miyagi is still faintly visible, but it is not as clear as in spring and summer, and most of the plants and trees on it have withered.

For a while, I felt that the years were like water, and I was in a hurry, looking at your five-color chrysanthemums, and counting my fingers, I remembered that tomorrow was the Double Ninth Festival.

Whether it is prosperous or sad, happy or sad, it will eventually be covered by the clouds and smoke of history, covered with thick dust, a person, no matter what way he chooses to walk in the world, can not get rid of the troubles of the world, the smoke of fireworks.

I have never forgotten the passing years, but I have never indulged in sadness and nostalgia for the past, so that I can see the most beautiful self.

For the memory of this thing, I choose to stop in moderation, not deliberately, but I will not forget at will, what has happened in life has more or less achieved you on the road of life.

Missing is really not a happy thing, when all the thoughts become a kind of fluttering dust, I feel that this miss is so empty and helpless.

I have always warned myself: it is better to let go of all the past in the old memories of Hongchen, and let the fragrance of worry-free flowers bloom.

Quietly in your own world, learn to love yourself.

Because, there is also a kind of love, called the smoke of the past.

Away from the prosperity and the loneliness of the world, but still can't get rid of the obsession of the world.

Floating like a dream, blooming like a firework from another world, it is so bright, so fleeting, although you can watch it from afar, but you can't see it up close.

Time has changed several times through ups and downs, and looking back, there are still tears, and the memories that wake up in the depths of the dust cannot subvert the poignant and long years.

Life is like ping, forgetting each other.

Those days of night walking in brocade clothes and eating dew have finally come to an end.

Along the way, watching the passing world, thousands of world phenomena have turned into dream bubbles.

But I believe that after walking through the stump branches and leaves today, tomorrow will definitely be a full moon.

Yes, although you are an ordinary person, some people remember you, some people think about you, think of you, this ordinary life is a happy and beautiful life.

Your beauty, dellency, versatility, and elegance will always linger in people's hearts.

Everyone knows that when people come to the world and enjoy a wonderful life in the red dust, they will definitely not be alone, they will inevitably come and go with all kinds of people, and many people will slowly become familiar from strangers.

Jiang Shuying smiled at the two of them, just this smile was enough to captivate the city, the little half-fairy had been staring at Jiang Shuying closely, but not because of her incomprehensible things, but because the head of the tricky doctor Dao turned out to be a monster, or it could be said that she was half human and half demon, and the breath of demon and human flowed on her at the same time.

It's also a shame that the trick doctor can't escape the world, otherwise if it is known by other fellow practitioners, it will definitely cause an uproar.

The little half-immortal untied the knot, and with the help of Mo Liunian, put down Wujian and let him sit on the chair, and then arched his hand: "The little half-immortal of the half-immortal family and his righteous sister Mo Liunian have seen the head of Jiang. ”

Jiang Shuying noticed the eyes of the little half-immortal, cleared her throat, and said, "It turns out that it is the young master of the half-immortal family, please sit down." ”

Xiao Banxian and Mo Liunian sat down separately, and Jiang Shuying also sat down in the main seat.

Sensing Xiao Banxian's gaze, Jiang Shuying smiled and asked, "Is it strange?"

For the first time, Xiao Banxian felt that even his gaze was abrupt, but he still said honestly: "It's really strange. ”

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